What started off as something goofy to keep me busy on my days off has suddenly taken on a life of its own. You see, I quit drinking almost a year ago, and living on an island where the main downtime activity is drinking left me with decidedly few entertainment options. Most people’s days off here consist of hurriedly doing all of their chores in the morning, giving them the rest of the day to drink their faces off, continuing well into the evening (if they even make it that far). With that plan off the table for me, I was forced to get creative so as not to bore my brains out.
As those of us who live on rocks know all too well, fashion is not this region’s strong suit. Not only is it often way too hot out to care, everything that does come our way is imported. The containers of clothes that arrive appear to have been delayed in shipping, stuck in a time warp that left the mainland about 10 years ago. We get clothes that are seconds, at best: they’re sewn weird, there’s always a piece that’s just a little “off” and/or completely incorrect, and they are so out of date, I can’t even remember a time when they were even in style. Think polyester bodysuits, cheap spandex in unflattering patterns, and strategically placed cut-outs to showcase your private parts.
To amuse myself, I started visiting some of my island’s few clothing stores, picking out the wackiest pieces, and posting pictures on Instagram (I’m @travelingwildwoman) and using the hashtag #tackytuesday, because Tuesdays are usually my days off. The pictures just keep getting better and better – I’m nowhere near running out of material.
Welcome to my way of having some sober fun on this rock…
What to wear next week? Choices, choices. I have had my eye on this little mesh number, so stay tuned…